January 23, 2012
To my son, Heinel,
As I am typing this letter, you are now less than a month from turning four years old. I cannot believe how time flies. It was just yesterday when your Dad and I used to talk to you while you are still inside my tummy and marvel at the miracle of feeling you move. It seemed moments ago when I first held you in my arms and I could not believe how perfect you are. And now you are already our little boy who never runs out of stories to tell and cute antics to share. There are times that I wish that the clock wouldn’t move as quickly so you will not grow up too fast. Every day you are showing me signs of independence and though most of the time I’m too scared to let go of my control of you, I want you know that I’m proud of your accomplishments. From learning how to walk and cite the alphabet; to showing me you can already brush your own teeth and prepare your own milk; these are among the many triumphs in life that I know I will forever be proud of. Your smile every time you succeed in a task is worth more than a thousand riches and fame that life can offer me.
Heinel, having you was the best thing that happened to me and Dad. At times I wonder what I have done so perfectly in my life that made me deserve you. I am far from being a perfect Mom, and most of the time I fell short of being an ideal one, but if you can only see my heart, you will see that every day I am trying to be, at least, the mom that you deserve; not ideal, not perfect, but always loving and willing to give up everything for you. Before you were born, my greatest fear is not knowing how to raise you. I’m a first time mom and changing a diaper was already a challenge, how much more shaping you to be a good person? But just like any other parent, i am raising you with only life experiences as a guide. Each day is a learning process not just for you but most of all for me. We are parenting you “by faith and love”. There is no clear formula, nor there are any shortcuts. Being a parent does not mean that I will always be right. But do trust that whatever decisions that we will make, we have your best interest at heart. And for those instances that I will be wrong, you will hear me say “I am sorry” and pray that you will always be as accepting and forgiving.
My son, if there’s one constant prayer I have each day, that is for you to grow up to become a God-fearing, responsible and hardworking person. Whatever your dreams will be, we will support you. You can be in any field that you want may it be in science, law, arts or even music, but for as long as you have those three traits in you, you will become successful. Give back to society by being a good citizen and by serving others, for success is not to be defined by the money that you have but by the level of contentment and serenity that you will feel as each day ends and you’re all alone and in prayer.
As you read this one day, I pray that you will keep my words in your heart. This will be one of my many letters to you to give you a peek of what’s inside Mommy’s heart. Life may bring me riches and fame, but nothing can compare to the achievement of being called your Mommy. I love you Heinel with all my heart and I will always be proud of you.
Love,
Mommy
